Secret Office Romance (part 11)
With some large companies adopting a liberal policy toward gender expression, this fictional account is quite possible. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I wish it really happened to me!
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Tuesday we both went back to work and Jessica felt completely recovered, but I cautioned her not to exert herself too much. I told her I intended to check her sutures after work to confirm she did not overstress herself.
"Promise?" Jessica asked.
I kissed her and said she might get more than just an inspection.
During the week I did some further internet research and collected some wording to compose a letter from the surgeon, stating that Jessica and undergone irreversible surgery for her gender transition. I composed the letter and showed it to Jessica.
"Why do YOU have to write the letter?" she asked.
If I give him the wording we will get it faster and there is a better chance that it will say what will be needed. I faxed a copy to Eric, our lawyer. He called me back and suggested a few changes, which I made.
The week passed and we returned to visit the surgeon on Saturday morning. He inspected Jessica's sutures and said that looked to be completely healed. He removed the sutures and said that we need not return unless there were complications.
I gave the surgeon the draft of the letter and he agreed to have one made on his letterhead and sent out to us within a few days.
I asked about sex, and he said that it would be good to wait a week before intercourse, because that might stress some of Jessica's muscles in the groin area.
"Would it be okay for Jessica to receive oral sex?" I asked. Jessica turned several shades of red, embarrassed by my directness.
The doctor smiled and said, "That would be fine." We thanked him and left.
As we walked out, Jessica demanded, "how could you ask such a thing? Haven't I been taking care of you?"
"Yes, you have dear," I answered, "but I want to take care of you. Besides, he is a doctor and that sort of thing is a normal body function."
Jessica pulled close to me and kissed me, saying, "I'm sorry I didn't take that well – I know you are looking out for me."
"How does your surgical site feel now?" I asked.
No pain, just a little loss of sensation, but that is returning.
"I'd like to take a closer look when we get home," I said.
Jessica smiled and said, "would you like my panties now?"
"That would be fine," I responded.
Jessica pulled down her panties and handed them to me. I took a quick sniff and put them in my pocket.
We went to lunch and we both sat on the same side in a booth. The booth tables had white table cloths that hung down, giving us some cover, so I slipped my hand under Jessica's skirt and lifted it up a little. I loved the soft feel of her leg, but was seeking her clitty, which was soon in my hand, and hardening. I reached under her clitty and felt the nice smooth skin, and imagined how nice it must look.
"I'm being especially gentle now, dear," but when we get home I want to kiss you all over down there, so if you need to freshen up, you can.
"Since I know you will kiss me anywhere I like," Jessica said, "I try to be fresh all the time, but I'll be doubly sure when we get home."
"Well, if you aren't fresh when I start to kiss you," I mused, "you will be when I'm done."
Jessica smacked my hand and said, "that's really gross – if I'm not completely clean I want you to tell me and I'll take care of it. I don't ever want YOU to do the clean up!"
I agreed and we both laughed about it.
After lunch we went to a bridal shop and looked at brides dresses. There were so many, some with prices that went through the roof! Jessica said she wanted a simple, "old fashioned" style of dress. It looked like the dress was going to end up costing about $500 – pricey, but much less than many of the dresses.
We drove back to my place and discussed what sort of wedding she would want – who we would invite and families. Suddenly Jessica went silent. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"When I transitioned nearly all of my friends rejected me, as did my family."
I had been so focused upon Jessica, that it didn't occur to me that no other people had ever been mentioned. "I'm so sorry to hear that, dear," I said, "do you mind filling me in?"
Jessica's eyes filled with tears and I kissed her tenderly. "But not until you are ready," I added.
Jessica was silent for the rest of the ride. I knew I had hit a tender spot, but perhaps I could be of help if I knew more.
When we arrived home I made us a couple of drinks and we sat on the couch.
Jessica began, "when I started to transition I told a few male friends outside of work, but they didn't take it well. They said the whole thing was sick and they hadn't known I was a fag. I didn't know any guys well at work, so I didn't say anything to them – I just disappeared without a trace."
"But the worst was my family," she continued, "most of them disowned me, though I am loosely in contact with one of my sisters."
"Did they know you had feminine inclinations from childhood?" I asked.
"Yes, and they tried to snap me out of it," she explained, "my father had me sign up for sports so I did more boy things, but I hated it. Whenever they caught me dressing or found the clothing I had hidden I would be punished."
"It is common for fathers to have the most difficulty, but often mothers are a bit more understanding," I countered, "how is it with your mother?"
"She said she disagrees with all this and doesn't understand, but will always love me."
"That's encouraging," I replied, "are you still in contact with her?"
"Yes," she said, "we talk on the phone from time to time and email every few weeks."
"That's good!" I said, "We can work through your mother to win over the rest of the family."
"You are an amazing man, Bill, but this may be more than even you can accomplish!"
"Perhaps," I agreed, "but we won't know unless we try, and if it works it will make an incredible difference in our lives."
"If it is at all possible," I continued, "I want your family at our wedding, and I want to ask your father's permission to marry you."
"You would do that?" Jessica asked, "I don't think you understand at all!"
"I don't think either of us likes your current family situation,' I said, "and I think I have a way to improve it".
"Let's try this," I continued, "You email your mother and ask her to read a couple of articles I'll give you to attach. They will explain that gender dysphoria is a medical condition, not a perversion. Then you tell her that you are committed to be a woman the rest of your life and are planning to get married and your fiancé wants to meet your family. Ask her if we could meet with her sometime soon."
"Wow!" responded Jessica, "that's a really big step, but I'm willing to try. What files do you want me to send her?"
"Just a few files I downloaded from the internet from support groups. They are aimed at helping families of transgendered people to understand. The key is for them to continue to see you as a person who is different, but not so different from them."
"I don't know if this will work," She added.
"I don't know either," I responded, "but could it possibly hurt?"
Jessica agreed and said she would email her mother tonight. I got on my computer and provided her the files to attach.
After she sent the email she said, "I'm going to go freshen up a bit, so finish up what you are doing."
I didn't have to be told twice, so I finished my work and prepared to give Jessica my undivided attention.
Jessica returned and leaned over the end of the couch, with her feet apart. I knelt behind her and lifted her skirt up, exposing her pretty cheeks. I place my hands on her hips and kissed her cheeks, and licked her crack repeatedly, each time reaching deeper while spreading her cheeks more. Finally I kissed her tender pucker and pressed my tongue into her. I reached between her legs and stroked her clitty to hardness while I rimmed her.
Jessica turned around and leaned her pretty buns against the couch, lifting her skirt to offer me her clitty. I put a little lube on two fingers and pressed one of them into her pucker as I took her clitty into my mouth. I worked the finger in and out of her and then slipped the second finger into her tapped toward her front from inside her as I sucked her clitty.
Jessica took hold of my hair and pulled me to her. She began to shake and I thought she was getting close, so I wiggled my fingers faster. Suddenly she gasped and I tasted her girl juice for the first time.
I stopped sucking but continued to hold her clitty in my mouth, enjoying her taste.
"You made me squirt," she exclaimed, "I haven't done that in over a year!"
I pulled off her and asked, "was it an especially strong climax?"
"It sure was!" she said.
Then Jessica thought about it and said, "but I didn't mean to squirt in your mouth."
I stood up and kissed Jessica and said, "that is where you should squirt – and I'm glad you did!"
I went to the bathroom and washed up and then we went to bed. Jessica aroused me and then sucked me off – determined to return the favor.
Afterward we drifted off to sleep while caressing tenderly.
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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
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